Offer yourself in Kassius's stead (Fantasy Creatures)

From Create Your Own Story

"I'll fuck you any way you want if it'll keep you quiet," you say.

The female knight smiles. "And that why you're Fifth Commander, while this knife-ear is just a Recruit. Smart answer."

"Got a request?"

"Well, you've clearly just blown your load, so I doubt you're ready to put that dick of yours to use again already. How about you eat me out now, but give me a proper fucking later tonight? That a deal?"

You don't really have much of a choice. You nod, and she laughs triumphantly. Kassius makes his leave with an annoyed sigh as she begins removing the armour from her legs. She removes her helmet, too, setting her golden locks free. You kneel at her feet, pushing her against the stable wall. Your tongue invades her crotch. You hear her gasp excitedly.

"Lord Commander..." she jokingly purrs. "It's heresy for a Knight to do such naughty things."

You lift up her left leg to get better access. You tongue her deep and flick your tongue hard. She purrs above you. Her hand ruffles through your ginger curls. Her moans come out in victorious laughs. She's clearly enjoying this on more than just a sexual level. It's probably the prospect of ordering about her Lord Commander that has her in stitches. Though her moans do gradually shift as you eat her out. The humour begins to run dry, but she certainly doesn't. She starts moaning properly, and starts approaching her climax. Her grip on your hair gets tighter. She pushes you against her. She has to hold her free hand over her mouth as she cums, just to quiet herself. Her girlcum spurts out. It drips from your chin as she releases you. She laughs again as she observes the mess she's made.

"That was good, Lord Commander," she says smugly. "I'll be in your office at sundown for part two. Don't go awol on me, though. The Knight-Commander won't be happy to find out what you've been up to today."

The both of you clean off and get properly dressed again. You and she then go your separate ways.

You decide to head…

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